Beautiful as a Painting

The middle-aged man carefully sized up Su Qinglian, who was standing to the side, and smiled, "Brother Guang, wouldn't it be a pity if this woman's beauty was sold to the mountains? "How about you do me a favor and sell it to me? I just happen to be short of a mistress …"

The middle-aged man walked closer, raising his hand to caress Su Qinglian's beautiful face.

"Ah …" So painful … "How dare you, you stinking woman bite me?!" The middle-aged man painfully clenched his right hand, cursed fiercely, and waved his hand, wanting to teach Su Qinglian a lesson.

"Wait …" Brother Guang extended his hand to stop the middle aged man, "Brother Dao, give this little brother some face, you can't touch this woman no matter what, you have to go to the designated place, if not, neither you nor I will have a good ending!"

"What do you mean? What background does this woman have? In this world, there is no one that my Brother Dao cannot touch.